*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*
Chrysalis groaned.
*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*
She slammed her head against the wall. At this rate, she could barely get a good rhythm going with her ‘hate-log’. It was hard enough to even shout curses at the dreary object… but getting worked up into a really good supervillain tirade was nigh impossible with the sound coming from the other room.
*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*
“WILL YOU STOP THAT INFERNAL RACKET!” Chrysalis screamed with her most insectoid hiss, rounding the corner with a boiling fury that would have sent a thousand drones skittering to the recesses of her hive in the good old days.
“Wh-what?”
Lord Tirek and Cozy Glow stared back at her in confusion.
“DON’T YOU GIVE ME THAT - ‘Wh-what!?’ You two are making as much noise as possible simply to… irk me! Aren’t you!?”
Tirek turned and looked at her with a disappointed glare, shaking his head. He lifted a white towel to his head and wiped the sweat from his brow, then took a sip of water before grasping the heavy steel barbell once again and deadlifting the massive amount of weight a final time, laying the plates down with a heavy resounding...
*CLANG*
“Can’t you put those weight down more gently you… you… LUNK!?” She stamped a chitinous hoof. This time the brute was defying her openly on purpose. This could not be tolerated.
“Umm… Chryssi you know that it’s leg day right? And this isn’t planet fitness….” Cozy Glow chuckled from her spot on Tirek’s back.
“I TOLD you NEVER to call me that! You shall address me as Chrysalis - Queen of the Changelings!” She adjusted the small green crown atop her head, ensuring that it was clearly visible.
“Uh-huh… whatever you say Queenie…” Cozy Glow rolled her eyes and waved a hoof dismissively. “But we’re doing deadlifts, and the proper form is for Tirek to slam the weight…” Cozy hopped off the centaur’s powerful back and hovered in front of the villain’s face. “Speaking of which, this is your last set, Tirek, so let’s go until failure. And no half-repping this time!”
Chrysalis felt her jaw slacken in disbelief, surely Lord Tirek would swat the brat away with impunity. Her mouth opened even further in shock when the centaur caught her eye, turned to her and simply shrugged.
“She is a shrewd coach.” He took up position in front of the heavy barbell, digging his hooves into the floor of the cave. “Without her, I’d not be as strong as I am now.” Tirke turned away from her and began taking deep breaths, preparing for one last set.
Cozy took the opportunity to shoot a nasty little smirk at her - ‘Told you.’
This would not do! To be made a fool of by some upstart runt hardly out of her diapers and a meathead with more brawn than brains!? She could not be upstaged so easily. She had to appeal to something - perhaps the centaur’s ego…
“Hah!” Chrysalis barked as much as laughed, striding around the bulk of Tirek’s physique toward his rear. “...and I’d thought that when I inspected your backside during our song last week I spotted a pair of fine black bollocks…” She found the objects in question, hanging underneath Tirek’s groin - two fine, dangling, grapefruit- sized testicles - which she took a gentle swipe at with a hoof.
The centaur’s breath was sucked away in surprise, and after a moment to recover, he glared at her. “Do you… mind!?”
Chrysalis grinned, throwing her nose up and flicking her hair back with an air of superiority. “Obviously these things are as hollow as your tiny skull if you’ve stooped so low as to take orders from her.”
“Don’t pay any attention to her, Tirek.” Cozy sighed, tapping the barbell impatiently. “Your test count is out of this world. You’re poised for some great gains. If you’ll just finish… this… rep!”
Tirek nodded, Then grunted, lifting the barbell up with a massive heave of his legs.
“Test count? Reps? Gains?” Chrysalis asked with a cocked head. “What does a scrawny snot-nosed foal like you know about this sort of thing?”
*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*
Tirek hoisted his arms over his head and let out an exuberant cry, “Y-yes!!!”
“Alright! Tirek, my man!” Cozy zipped up and high-fived him. “I knew you could do it! That’s a new PR!”
“Ha HAAAA!”
“Enough!” Chrysalis stomped her hoof. “You shall cease with this… team-spirit!” The words felt like bitter ash in her mouth - something she had to expel before they made her choke. “Need I remind you two about becoming too enamored with the magic of friendship? Don’t you recall our little fiasco on top of the mountain after capturing Grogar’s bell?”
Cozy Glow’s eyes shot wide open in fear and she scanned the villain-hideout with terror, bringing a hoof to her mouth, trying to shush the rambunctious queen.
Chrysalis cackled, jabbing a hoof at the filly in amused contempt. “Aww, is the little baby pony scared that Grogar will come spank her? Is she going to wet her diaper?”
“Silence, Chrysalis.” Tirek yawned, before turning toward Cozy Glow. “Grogar left half an hour ago; he shall be gone for a few days.”
‘Why did Tirek always coddle this filly?’ Chrysalis fumed internally. It made no sense! She was entirely useless - nothing but a minor-level schemer and manipulator, good for nothing but cannon fodder. Perhaps, as a last-ditch resort, she could be used as a hostage. Even on their last mission, the entirety of her value lay in being small.
Chrysalis suspiciously eyed the centaur. He was so hard to read, always keeping his emotions hidden from her changeling abilities behind a veneer of his own obfuscating magic. “Why do you baby her so much, Lord Tirek?”
He shrugged. “We were locked in Tartarus together,” he answered with half-yawn, as if it explained everything.
“So? I was once locked in a cage with ten of my sisters. When I came out, I had not befriended them… I had eaten them!”
Tirek didn’t look impressed. Cozy Glow looked a little horrified.
“What?” Chrysalis cocked her head with a raised eyebrow. “Is eating one’s defeated siblings not a normal thing? They were potential usurpers!”
“To obliterate your enemies, I can understand.” Tirek quirked an eyebrow. “But to eat them?”
“For protein! Sustenance! A word that must be as alien to you two dimwits as simple reasoning, given how little emotion there is to feed on in this Faust-forsaken place!”
“Uh-huh… you know we don’t feed on emotion, right?” Tirek asked skeptically.
“Of course I know that, you fool!” Chrysalis snapped, just barely avoiding biting her own hissing tongue in her fury. “But would it kill either of you two to generate even a little emotion for me to taste?” She grumped, crossing her forelegs. “The only thing you ever provide is this horridly plain ‘camaraderie’ that makes me gag!”
Chrysalis felt a spike of devious, manipulative emotion peak in the little pegasus filly, flitting over near the barbell. The brat was nowhere near as good as the centaur in concealing her intentions: Chrysalis didn’t even need her superior senses to know the pegasus was up to something once she adopted her sickly sweet tones and began sidling up to the centaur.
“Hey, Tirek… my cellie… my best buddy… my pal…” She smiled in his face.
“Watch your tone, girl.” Tirek sniffed, picking up his water bottle for another sip and shooing her away like she was a bothersome mosquito. “It’s irritating.”
“Well, I was just thinking... “ She put on her puppy-dog eyes and clasped her hooves together to put on the most disarming and innocent facade she could muster. “Mean ol’ Queen Chryssi here thinks I’m just a little useless kid, that she would like to drop at the first sign of trouble.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I really do.” Chrysalis nodded, suspiciously eyeing the spike in evil energy from the brat. If she wasn’t so annoyed with cozy Glow at the moment, Chrysalis might even have been impressed by the levels the filly was putting off.
“Well… I think it’s important that I show her just how useful I can be... “ Cozy’s smile began to twist wickedly up her face, reminding Chrysalis of that Hearth's Warming grinch character all the ponies loved so much. ”So she knows I can be a valuable part of the team.”
“Hah!” Chrysalis laughed. “What could a little baby like you possibly bring to the table? At least Tirek has some magical power. But you? You’re a second-tier lackey at best!”
“The girl speaks wisely, Chrysalis.” Tirek shrugged. “She is a remarkably talented companion. Give her a chance, and she may impress you yet.”
Chrysalis recoiled as if she’d been struck. Coddling the brat was one thing, but actually encouraging her? Suggesting that she, Queen Chrysalis, should admit that Cozy Glow had any sort of ability beyond making a useful projectile!? It was preposterous.
“I see Chryssi isn’t convinced, Tirek.” Cozy Glow grinned. “What do you bad guys like to do when you have these sorts of disagreements, hm? Maybe a friendly little wager?”
“Hah!” Chrysalis laughed. “Do you think I would be so foalish as to walk into such a simple trap?” Chrysalis giggled and threw her head back. “You’ll have to do much better than that, little filly!”
Tirek simply rolled his eyes. “Stay your tongues, the both of y-”
“Shush, Tirek. I promise you’ll get something nıce out of this ıf you play along.” Cozy whirled back on Chrysalis. “What’s the matter, Chryssi? Are you scared of a little foal’s wager?”
Tirek snorted. “I fear your efforts are wasted, gir-”
“NOBODY accuses Queen Chrysalis of cowardice! I accept your wager.”
He turned his gaze on the changeling and gave her a disappointed look. “It appears the master of deception is easily deceived.”
“Quiet!” Chrysalis hissed, then towered over the presumptuous pink filly. She’d soon show this foal the meaning of messing with a master manipulator. “Filly! Your terms?”
Cozy confidently strode in front of her, not in the least bit discouraged by the size difference, or the knowledge that she could be incinerated where she stood if Chrysalis so desired. “This is actually a pretty good deal for you, Chryssi....”
She hated the filly’s smug grin. Oh, how she wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her face with a simple, solid, brutal backward slap.
“I want to show you that I can be useful to you. And since your biggest complaint seems to be that you’re extremely low on emotional energy… what if I could show you that I could fill you up to bursting with love energy?”
Chrysalis froze, a shudder going up her spine as she recalled the last time she’d had even a quarter of her full potential in energy. The power. The satiation. It made her shiver with enjoyment. But she quickly came back to reality.
“Pfft. Impossible. If you could even give me ten percent of my full strength, I would be more than impressed.” She rolled her eyes. “But that’s completely absurd, you little idiot. Even sucking your emotions dry, there’s not enough ‘friendship’ or ‘love’ or whatever you stupid ponies believe in to satisfy even one one-thousandth of my thirst. I’d leave you a husk!”
Cozy Glow’s smile faltered slightly, and for the first time, Chrysalis could taste that sweet satisfying flavor: doubt.
“T-ten percent? No problem!” Cozy coughed, puffing her chest up to make herself appear bigger. “That’s the wager, then. Even if I win, you’re getting the upside of a ton of magical power.”
Chrysalis nodded, scratching her chin in contemplation. “Very well. And if you do win… what must I pay?”
The brat smiled sweetly. “Oh, nothing, really. I just want to convince you that I’m a valuable member of the team. But since you did ask… let’s say if I win… you have to kneel down and kiss my little-filly butt!”
‘This impertinent little brat needs to be DESTROYED!’ Chrysalis bared her fangs, ready to kill the filly for her impudence. “Well then, Cozy… if you do not manage to sate me. I expect to get as full a meal as your little body can actually offer… sucking you dry, emotionally AND physically.“ Chrysalis smiled her fangiest smile. ‘Surely this would be enough to make the little whelp back down in fear!’
But no. Cozy simply smiled back.
“It’s ON.”
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Let's all be real - that Cozy glow gif was hotter than the surface of the sun. I waited eagerly for someone to step up and set out a hot story for what had happened... but when noone did, I decided I needed to throw my hat in the ring.
I wrote this while on a flight to Hong Kong, but I have to throw a lot of credit to Freglz who helped pre-read and clean this story up!
Get ready for some clop in the next chapter!
Tirek watched from one side of the room with his arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his elbow in impatience. “My silence came with a guarantee, girl. I was promised something in return.”
Cozy grinned and wheeled on the older, larger, powerful centaur.
“Oh don’t you worry… cellie… you’re gonna have a great time.” She gave a short chuckle, but her genuine mirth faded to something more… sultry, and the filly sauntered up to him with a little way in her hips -the kind Chrysalis had only seen in ponies twice the filly’s age. “Speaking of which… it’s been quite a long time since I last… tested your testosterone levels.”
Chrysalis felt a sudden spike of lust from the centaur’s direction - a momentary burst that managed to slip through the powerful being’s carefully laid out defenses before he got it back under control. He stiffened, taking half a step away from the filly as if he were scared. “I’m certain I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
Cozy grinned and flicked her tail as she spun around, playfully swatting Tirek’s face with blue, curly hair. “Awww, is my bwig stwong, cellie scared of a little extra post-workout stress release?” She shot those big puppy dog eyes into the centaur’s face, even going so far as to bite her lower lip and give him a trembling, pleading whimper.
Chrysalis was impressed: not even her best infiltrators could manage these sorts of levels of manipulation. But there was something else she was tasting from the filly, hidden just under the top layer: a sickly-sweet smolder… Something she’d never tasted from one so young…
It couldn’t be…
Could it?
Lust?
“Pweease Tirek?” Cozy sniffled, turning around and pressing her rear against the centaur’s chest. “It’s for the good of the team. Think of Chrysalis. Think of yourself.I’m sure that you’ve gotten all. Worked. Up.” The filly ground her little rear against him with each word. “Especially since you haven’t been touching yourself… trying to build up all. That. Testosterone.” This time the filly bounced against his chest with her tight little rear, arching her back with each backward thrust, her blue curls bouncing wildly… as if she were receiving an entirely different sort of attention.
Tirek didn’t respond, watching the display with a certain sense of interest.
“You HAVEN’T been touching yourself… HAVE YOU!?” The fılly slıpped ınto a dark glareö scowlıng over her shoulder at the centaur.
Tirek looked at her without much passion, but clearly knew exactly what she was talking about. “No.”
“Good.” Cozy grinned, resuming her grinding. “You know the deal, cellie: you don’t touch, or else I don't touch.”
“I remember,” he said, moving a hand down against his chest, sliding his fingers across the sticky snail-trail that had been left there by Cozy’s filly-plot.
“AND…” Cozy growled again, smacking her sticky backside against him again with a wet squelch. “I don’t care if this is a special wager scenario: you’d BETTER use those fıngers of yours to fınısh me off after! Lıttle fillies have needs too, you know!”
“Do not tell me what I already know, brat.” He grumbled, sweat appearing on his forehead. “By the old Gods… I’m going to Tartarus…” Tirek shut his eyes as Cozy wriggled her ass deeper and deeper into his chest fur.
“You’ve already been there, cellie…” Cozy giggled.
Chrysalis had watched the whole vulgar display with a mix of disgust… and admiration. If she didn’t know any better the little minx could have passed for one of her top sexual-dominatrix love collectors. But she was so… juvenile! Even the changelings had standards about the proper age for copulation in the hive; she’d never realized just how… depraved Tirek truly was. And yet… the taste of the emotion…. It was so sweet…
“You’re sick, Tirek.” Chrysalis spat, shaking her head. “She’s a filly.”
Tirek glared at Chrysalis and shook his head. “She’s more than you could handle. And you’ve never been in a cell - so don’t presume to judge me.”
“Shut it.” Cozy bit off, whirling on the centaur. “I don’t have all day. Roll over.”
Tirek sighed, kneeling on all four legs and rolling halfway onto his back, exposing his underside.
Cozy bit her lip and sucked in her breath, eyeing Tirek like a piece of meat… slurping up a little bit of drop that had accumulated on the corner of her mouth as she fluttered down into position.
Chrysalis was shocked that the filly had not reacted to the absolutely massive stallionhood that the centaur sported. In retrospect, it made sense: he did have a body twice as large as most ponies, after all. In fact, he was more horse than pony. It appeared his genitalia showed much of the same predilection for larger size.
His two fat orbs hung limply on either side of his bıg black throbbing base easıly wıder than Chrysalısis whole hoof. The whole mass was stıff and engorged wıth red*hot centaur bloodö makıng the towerıng mass twıtch and pulse as ıt extended up his horse-belly. His medial ring was still easily the size of most breeding-stud’s full flare, and truly only hinted at the terrifying length remaining… a further ten inches stood proudly from that half-way point, capping his whole monstrous appendage with an unbelievably fat cockhead that was pumping pre-cum onto his belly-button like a running faucet.
Chrysalis had bedded some of the most masculine breeding males from every sapient species on the planet (and some not-so-sapient ones) in the pursuit of strong genetics for her warriors, and sustenance for her hive… but this… this gave her pause.
But not the little filly.
Despite the whole massive… cock… being as large as her entire body, the filly attacked it with gusto, gripping the middle of it with her rear hooves and grinning wickedly at the centaur.
“Mmm… Chryssi was right, wasn’t she? Look at you, Tirek… just a couple words from a little filly like me and you’re already as hard as a rock, huh? You are fucking sick… aren’t you?”
Tirek simply groaned, his hands clenching at the dirt as the filly’s hooves went to work rubbing and coaxing the base of his cock.
Cozy grinned over at Chrysalis and shot her a wink. “Getting a good taste, Chryssi?”
Chrysalis swallowed. She was getting a good taste - the centaur’s lust was quickly spilling out and through the defenses of his magical shielding, sloshing through the room like a flood of pink magical juice… Her hungry aura lapped up the stuff like the sweet ambrosia it was.
But even sweeter was the little filly’s addition to the sloshing lust-mix.
“Mmm… yeah… you like that, cellie?” Cozy spread her wings, using them to reach down and clench at her own bottom, squeezing and spreading her asscheeks with her primaries, even as she masturbated the huge horsecock between her two delicate rear filly-hooves.
“You… getting a nice show… Chryssi?” Cozy grinned, well-aware that her rear had been spread wide by her wings before Chrysalis’s eyes... before she jammed a hungry forehoof between her legs to rub her aching need.
‘Yes. I’m definitely getting one hell of a show.’ Chrysalis swallowed. The filly’s tight little snatch was so small and delicate… and yet puffy and swollen, drooling with carnal filly-juice, her tiny little love bud winking in and out in succession, her tight little ponut quivering… this little brat was a precocious little sex-toy… and she knew it.
“I can’t… nnf…. Wait… until you take those big fingers of yours and jam them in my poor, little pussy, Tirek…” Cozy moaned, licking at the air. Chrysalis wasn’t sure how much the filly was saying was meant to drive the centaur even more wild… and how much was true. “I… love it when you dig your bucking fingers, against my poor little filly-clitty… from inside me.”
Tirek moaned, clenching again at the earth.
Cozy shifted upwards, propping herself up on two hooves so that her nose was closer to the end of the centaur’s towering cock. Then with a naughty, toothy grin, she wrapped her cute little forehooves around the fat meat-stick, enveloping it in a full-body hug, using her chest, her legs, her feet… everything to masturbate Tirek’s gigantic organ.
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Well… Almost everything.
Still pumping with her rear hooves, jacking the giant beast with ferocious intensity, she began to dart her tongue out, trailing playful licks across the centaur’s drooling cock-slit with each pumping jerk.
Chrysalis swallowed in time with the little filly, drinking up the sloshing lust energy at the same rate the horny little pegasus slurped up Tirek’s thick, musky pre.
Despite herself, she could feel her own sexual organs stirring. The sight of that towering pillar of masculine flesh made her vaginal orifice quiver and engorge with excitement at the prospect of absorbing such a powerful creature’s genetic essence…
But then Cozy’s tight little filly cunt winked, shooting out a spatter of sticky, clear filly-juice, as crisp and fragrant as could possibly be imagined… and it made her long-dormant ovipositor rumble and stir as well, churning with the desire to inject her hot little womb full of a clutch of changeling brood-drones.
But her true focus was on the lover energy… the lust energy… and she drank deeply, quenching the hungry thirst that had plagued her for so long.
She hadn’t had a meal like this since the royal wedding, all those years ago.
Cozy shifted back, stopping her licking, an evil, toothy grin on her face as she began to speed up her pumping.
“Cum! You fucking pervert!”
“Hm-mmmmmf!” Tirek groaned out, electric orange energy accumulating in a massive ball between his two horns as body clenched and spasmed.
Chrysalis watch with wonder as the two, big, black orbs jumped and clenched up the bass of the centaur’s taint setting off a mighty, shuddering spasm that traveled up the whole of his feral, length, flattening the head of his flare out to the size of a dinner plate… before it exploded with a thick rope of potent batter right into Cozy’s open, panting, filly-mouth.
Even as she held on for dear life, riding the bucking cock as it spasmed it’s mighty first shot… the second rope flew out from Tirek’s angry cock-head, shooting out well beyond the filly’s head, painting her childish curls, before it was quickly followed by another… and another…
Heavy, sticky jets of thick cream… with enough volume to spawn broods of drones. All painting this little sex-pot.
And the energy.
It was overwhelming.
If Chrysalis had been clever enough to believe Cozy’s boast about filling her up entirely, she would have prepared the appropriate spell matrices to capture the sloshing sea of Tirek’s powerful orgasmic energy release… as well as the smug, satisfied, euphoria of what she suspected to be a small orgasm from the brat as well…
‘Imagine that… the little minx popping from just the taste of Tirek’s seed. Oh you little succubus, the energy I could draw from you if I had you trapped in a goo prison with your four legs spread and your plot in the air… dripping wet for oviposition-’
Chrysalis shook her head clear, as the vestiges of the orgasm spilled out from the room, wasting away into the thaumic ether. As it stood, she was still almost half-full…. And impressed with the little filly-snatch and its owner.
Cozy messily extricated herself from the death-hug she’d wrapped around the centaur’s softening tool. Thick strands of glue-like consistency were plastered between her body, her mouth, her hair… and the throbbing black flesh of Tirek’s pride. Stringy strands pulling across like spiderwebs before the filly turned with self-assured cockiness to look back at Chrysalis.
“So… Chryssi…” Cozy slurped up a dripping strand of Tirek batter from her mouth, “Didya get your fill?”
Chrysalis could only nod with a smile, she had to give the filly her due.”Most impressive, my little minx….”
Cozy grinned, apparently happy that she’d managed to earn a new nickname. Her eyes sank to a half-lidded bedroom gaze before she waggled her eyebrows and shot a predatory, cocky grin at the queen.
“Well then… Chryssi…” The filly waggled her damp little plot in front of Chrysalis, making sure to arch her back and lift her tail up high, revealing her tight little filly-tailhole. “...I believe it’s time for you to pay up… and plant a nice little kiss on my butt!”
‘Careful, Icarus. You’ve just flown a bit too close to the sun…’ Chrysalis chuckled to herself It was time to remind the little filly just how little she knew of the art of love-making.
“Very well, my little minx…” She Chrysalis let her long tongue extend out of her mouth… four inches… five inches… 8 inches… writhing snake-like flesh capped by a squirming, flicking fork-tongued end. “I shall show you… a wetter way to be bad!”
“Oh, GOLLY!” Cozy squeaked out, her wings writhing out wide as Chrysalis drove her snout against the filly’s little pucker, before thrusting her tongue into that hot little junior-teen snatch, pressing inch after inch of her powerful tongue deep into her depths, far beyond anything a mere centaur’s clumsy fingers could ever accomplish.
“Chry…. Chry… Chry… Chreeeee!” Cozy squeaked out, her little wings flaring wide as she twitched and spasmed - her little body slumping against the floor as she lost control of her body, spurting juice against the queen’s chin.
‘Hah… she didn’t even last twenty seconds!’ Chrysalis chuckled, coiling her tongue up in the filly’s tiny entry, lessening her penetration but spreading her cunt-lips wide.
“Oh… Oh, Golly. Gosh!” COzy whined, her rear hoof pawing at the air involuntarily. “CHryssi… s-stop… I j-just… came….”
Chrysalis simply chuckled, then began to hum… a deep throbbing hum that only the Queen of a hive could simulate, one with enough frequency and power to make the air blurry with the intensity of the vibrations she emitted.
“Hnnnggh….. F-f-fuuuckk…..!” Cozy squealed again, trying to crawl forward to escape the raw and overwhelming sensations being poured into her fillyhood as she orgasmed again on the changeling queen’s tongue-cock.
Chrysalis paused briefly, letting the overstimulated filly catch her breath. She slid her tongue in writhing rivulets against her throbbing clitoris, gently nursing it back into a relaxed state with cooing comforting licks.
“Oh...oh... C-celestia….” COzy moaned out… desperately gasping for air.”I… I’m…. g-good… y-you… don’t need to k-kiss my… p-plooooaughhhhnnnghhhh!!!!!”
Cozy’s statement was lost in another desperate moan as Chrysalis extended her tongue to the depths of the filly’s shallow and tight love canal, slipping her forked tongue into her immature womb and lashing against the sensitive and forbidden erogenous zones that were only meant to be triggered by a climaxing stallion… throwing the poor school-filly back into a state of wide-eyed, mind-melting orgasmic rut.
“Hngghhh! I… I cannnn…. I cnann’t t-take… anymoreeee……” Cozy’s incoherent moans were music to the queen’s ears.
She withdrew her long tongue slowly from the delicate flower, enjoying the pooling spatters of juice that sloshed out of her little minx as she withdrew from her filly-honeypot. She swallowed deeply, enjoying the savory sweetness of her tender snatch.
“W-wow…. Th-that…. W-was… am-m-mazing…” Cozy groaned her eyes derpily spinning from one socket to the other.
Chrysalis chuckled. “Well… I guess I do have… some use for you after all…” She let her tongue slip from her mouth again. “We do have a few days before Grogar returns, after all.
Cozy Glow swallowed nervously.
"Oh, G-g-golly Gosh…fuck."
This was going to be a wonderful partnership.
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So that's why those two super-villains keep her around...
I can't blame them.
Quick note on foalcon... remember this is all fantasy. If you ever feel in any way, shape or form that this is anything OTHER than that... get help, NOW. Adult situations are for adults - keep these stories and your fantasies far, far away from minors - fantasy and reality are light years apart.
I wrote this while on a flight to Hong Kong, but I have to throw a lot of credit to Freglz who helped pre-read and clean this story up!
